Letra de Phoney Ailments

Preaching to all
Of your many ailments
But the problems you have are of want not chance
Because something derived from a true lack of luck
Is not squashed when your circumstance needs it to pass
So you sit with yourself and you wallow in pity
There are worse off than yours
You must learn to respect it
I think you need a blow to the side of your head
It might rattle your brain and supply some perspective